helen norman

John’s fellow student Helen Anderson remembers him ushering Paul in, with George, their tag-along junior, usually following a little later. The three would go into the cafeteria for a cheap lunch of chips, then take their guitars into an empty life-drawing room, which tended to be more spacious than others. Helen, being extraordinarily beautiful, was among the very few they allowed to watch while they rehearsed. ‘Paul would have a school notebook and he’d be scribbling down words,’ she says. ‘Those sessions could be intense because John was used to getting his way by being aggressive–but Paul would stand his ground. Paul seemed to make John come alive when they were together.’
—  Philip Norman, Paul McCartney: The Life. (2016)